Carry me gently Over the lilting waves Towards the Spanish sea; Let my moonlight skin spark the water around me and guide my floating body to where my soul shall rest.
I let the tide take its course, Trusting Poseidon to grant me mercy and pull me to my heart's crying need before it bursts and spatters the ocean's clarity.
Bobbing up and down like a seagull I can taste the salty spray - it tempts me further towards the island of my dreams, and the bitterness on my tongue will transform into the sweetest nectar of the gods, when I wash up there.
It is not the laws of men which carry me gently over the lilting waves, but the buoyant love within me that keeps me afloat and full of hope.
This poem is about how I want to be reunited with my boyfriend who lives in Ibiza. We haven't seen each other since March due to the pandemic and the fact I may be able to see him next month makes me crave him even more.